At a picnic outside Seattle two or three years back, a new friend seasoned a conversation by suggesting I might find Susan Howatch’s novels to provide some entertaining light reading.
Entertaining, in spades. Light, not for a minute.
Howatch stewards a strong novelist’s capacity to construct her characters, wielding this craft in combination with an uncanny sense for the intersection of those realities we abbreviate as ‘spiritual’ and ‘psychological’ that reside in and around her protagonists’ lives. (more…)